1 Were not in sooth, the righteous aforetime blameless, whose pleasure was increased by adoration of God?

For the wind and for man in his affliction they caused the morning to arise with the sun.

2 Guardians infallible, eager as envoys, preserve us safe through many months and autumns.

Addressed to You, our fair praise, O God, implores Your favour and renewed well-being.

3 Wise, bright, arranger of his teams, he seeketh men with rich food whose treasures are abundant.

They have arranged them of one mind with the wind: the men have wrought all noble operations.

4 So far as native power and strength permit you, so far as men behold whose eyes have vision,

O ye pure, partake with us of the pure gift: sit on this sacred grass.

5 Driving down teams that bear the lovely Heroes, hitherward, come together.

To You this prime of savoury gift is offered: here loose your horses and be friendly-minded.

6 Your hundred and your thousand teams, all-munificent, which attend You,

With these most gracious-minded come ye hither, and accept, O Heroes, the sweet offering.

7 Like coursers seeking fame will we Vasisthas, O God, with our fair laudations,

Exerting all our power call You to aid us. Preserve us evermore with blessings.